Fearing not that I'd become my enemy In the instant that I preach

I don't know if I call myself a poet or not. I would like to, but I'm not really qualified to make that decision, because I come in on such a back door, that I don't know what a Robert Frost or a [John] Keats or a T.S. Eliot would really think of my stuff.

People have a hard time accepting anything that overwhelms them.

Doesn't expecting the unexpected make the unexpected expected?

It's not important what other people call you. If you yourself know you're a fake, that's tougher to live with.

The future for me is already a thing of the past - You were my first love and you will be my last

What kind of alchemy could create a perfume that would make a reaction to a person lukewarm, indifferent and apathetic?If such a scent could be made I'd like some.